Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.